Mary Berry

Mary Berry, Mary Berry, the grandmother I never had. Lady grandmother. Blazer-wearing grandmother. Grandmother looking for an even distribution of nuts in the sponge.

Mary Berry, Mary Berry, the fan I never had. Scrummy expectations, expectations of delight, there was no other way than to do things right.

Mary Berry, Mary Berry, the judge I never had. The look that knew, before any words, that no apology would do. You had failed, had fallen short of the mark, and that your creation blew.